The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 451

Rumble. The air shook with power. Belzerte stared at Roman Dmitry. Memories flashed in his mind. Sheffir’s death. Belzerte frowned. ‘This power… from a human? It can’t be right.’ He knew humans were weak. But this attack, the one that destroyed Sheffir, was beyond anything human he had ever seen. It made no sense.

Belzerte had to be careful. He became curious about Roman Dmitry. This human was like a sudden storm, ruining the Demon Realm’s plans. To understand this threat, he should have gone to where Sheffir died. He could have read the earth’s memories to see what happened. It was easy.

But he didn’t. His pride stopped him. He couldn’t let other demons see him worried about a human. The Demon Realm was a place of strong predators. Even the weakest demon thought they were strong. What would they say if Belzerte, a Legion Commander, was afraid of a human? They would laugh. Fibiel and Babel, the other commanders, would mock him. They would say it hurt his honor.

It wasn’t smart thinking. Being careful is good, but Belzerte didn’t want to be laughed at because of a human. He looked away from Roman Dmitry. He dismissed him. ‘Just a human,’ he thought. No matter how strong, still just a human.

Now, Belzerte felt deep regret. If only he had known Roman Dmitry was so strong. If only he knew Roman Dmitry would invade the Demon Realm. If only he understood this human was a monster even Babel and Fibiel couldn’t handle. He would have been ready, no matter what his pride said. Life was more important than pride. He regretted his foolishness, but it was too late.

Power burst from Belzerte. Roman Dmitry’s strength was overwhelming. Belzerte felt he would lose if he didn’t do something big. ‘I have to use everything, now!’

He pushed his magic to its limit. He pulled in even more magic. It still wasn’t enough. He even took back the magic he used to revive demons. The demons who had crossed the River of Death fell again, lifeless. He knew this was dangerous, but he had no choice. If this attack failed, he would die.

‘Just a human,’ he thought again. But now, he truly respected Roman Dmitry. If this final attack didn’t work, Roman Dmitry was a monster he could never beat. A monster who could even become the Demon King.

Clang! Rumble! Magic exploded. Belzerte unleashed his power of Death. It was meant to destroy everything. He thought it would smash through Roman Dmitry’s aura, crushing his life.

He watched.

Wham!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Clang! Rumble!

The powers crashed together with a deafening roar. But then, a streak of light cut through Belzerte’s dark magic. ‘That day… I should have been ready for this,’ he thought, his mind racing back to Sheffir’s defeat.

And then…

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Darkness swallowed Belzerte’s mind.

Plop. Belzerte fell to his knees. He gasped, trying to breathe. “Hrk… hrk…” No sound came out right. He looked down, eyes shaking. His chest was broken open. He could see inside his body. The magic core near his heart was destroyed, ripped apart. That meant death. He swallowed the dark, bitter energy rising in his throat and forced himself to look up.

He had to.

A hand grabbed him.

“Belzerte.”

A rough grip. Roman Dmitry. His eyes were cold, looking down. Belzerte gave a weak, bitter laugh. ‘I lost.’

That attack… It was too strong. Belzerte had prepared his best move, a move meant for the Demon King himself. But it was crushed by a human. It was a complete defeat. If Roman Dmitry was this powerful, like the Demon King… then maybe humans coming to the Demon Realm wasn’t just foolish pride.

He admitted it to himself. No one but the Demon King could stop this human.

Roman Dmitry spoke. “You won’t understand. Why are humans here, in the Demon Realm? We were just your prey.”

Belzerte was strong, yes. He didn’t die in one hit like Sheffir. He survived Roman Dmitry’s strongest attack. No human could beat Belzerte, that was true. But Roman Dmitry was not just human. Strength depends on who you are fighting. Roman Dmitry had won. Now, he was sending a message to the Demon King, watching from somewhere far away.

“The reason is simple,” Roman Dmitry said, his voice hard. “You invaded my land. You hurt my people. This isn’t about old wars. This is about making you pay for what you did to my territory.”

He squeezed his hand tighter.

Belzerte gasped, pain shooting through him. His eyes stayed locked on Roman Dmitry. It was unbelievable. Just for invading human lands? He never thought humans would strike back like this, all the way into the Demon Realm. This was the Demon Realm! A world even gods couldn’t conquer.

Roman Dmitry tilted Belzerte’s head back, his sword at his throat. “This is just the start. Wait and see. Everyone in the Demon Realm will pay.”

Crack.

Crack! Crunch!

He cut through Belzerte’s neck. Belzerte struggled, but the pain was too much as his tough skin and bones broke apart. It was a quick death. The other demons stayed back, afraid of the destroyed land. Roman Dmitry had killed the First Legion Commander in front of them all.

Thud.

Belzerte’s body fell. Roman Dmitry looked around. Demons were everywhere. The battle would go on. To reach the one watching him, the Demon King, more blood and death were needed.

“If you don’t come out,” Roman Dmitry said, his voice echoing, “I will come to you.”

He walked forward. Into the mass of demons. He showed no fear.

The fiends were like wild animals, driven by instinct, not thought.

They couldn’t think like humans, but they felt the deaths of Fibiel and Belzerk in their guts.

No one should make Roman Dmitry angry, ever.

If they could have run away, they would have, even if it meant leaving all their friends behind.

But not now.

The Demon King’s command was absolute.

Following his will, they charged headlong at Roman Dmitry, knowing full well they were marching to their doom.

“Kieeeek!”

“Kyaak!”

It was a spectacle.

A single human against millions of fiends, intertwined in a bloodbath where blood and death reigned. Yet, Roman Dmitry appeared as though he had suffered no physical exhaustion, even after facing the legion commanders.

How many hours had passed was impossible to tell.

The violet-tinged world made one forget the concept of time, and he pressed forward, heedless of the mountain of corpses piling up behind him.

The Demon King’s intent was clear: he was willingly driving all the beings of the Demon Realm to their deaths, merely to test this human named Roman Dmitry.

‘So, you too desire that I be strong.’

This series of events…

Roman Dmitry felt his blood begin to boil.

It was a contradictory emotion.

While he wished for no sacrifices, he was excited by the prospect of facing a powerful being.

In his past life, Roman Dmitry had suffered from a thirst.

He had conquered the Murim world before even reaching the realm of the heavens, and despite growing stronger each day, there was no one worthy to test his strength.

An immense thirst arose.

He always craved an adversary who could ignite his blood, but the level of those who dared to cross swords with the Heavenly Demon was pathetic.

Disappointed to the point where it was worse than not fighting at all, Baek Jung-hyuk created a procedure for those who wished to challenge him, requiring them to pass through several gates.

The result?

No one could challenge him.

They couldn’t even defeat the beings he had set as gatekeepers, and all had their heads lopped off.

It was a boring life.

His longing festered, turning into a sense of ennui towards life itself.

But now…

He felt a sense of kinship with the Demon King.

Rather than being interested in the war between the Demon Realm and the human world, the Demon King acted as if he desired Roman Dmitry to be strong.

He was a being who could win even if he faced the entire Demon Realm alone.

Belzerk, Fibiel, Babel. In the process of facing the three legion commanders representing the Demon Realm, Roman Dmitry realized that they felt an immense fear towards the Demon King.

He was curious.

How strong was he?

Perhaps he was an opponent against whom he couldn’t guarantee victory even if he gave his all.

As Belzerk endured the latter part of that technique, Roman Dmitry couldn’t hide his anticipation towards the Demon King.

He would gladly accept his test.

However…

He hoped that what he felt was true, that the Demon King was strong and an opponent against whom he could give his all.

Consumed by an intense desire, Roman Dmitry did not avoid the constantly rushing enemies, but confronted them head-on.

Meanwhile, the rearguard faced a considerable forced march.

A significant number of fiends remained in the wake of Roman Dmitry’s passage, and merely dealing with the remnants was a life-or-death struggle for the Continental Allied Forces.

There was no end.

For the first day or two, they could still take short breaks, but as they began to lose their sense of time, they reached their physical limits. The same exhaustion was hitting them now.

They were so tired, fighting felt like something they did every day. As the people drenched in fatigue overcame one hurdle, Chris pulled his sword from the fiend’s body and shouted.

“From now on, we will rest here. Each of you take your positions and guard the surroundings according to the watch schedule.”

“Understood.”

It was a swift and orderly movement.

In a situation that had clearly exceeded a week, the soldiers of the Continental Allied Forces had to take a break.

Of course, they couldn’t get enough rest.

They only closed their eyes briefly to relieve muscle fatigue, and preserved their stamina by filling their stomachs with simple foods like jerky that they had prepared in advance.

This trip to the Demon Realm…

They had no choice but to minimize military rations.

They prepared as simple food as possible, and reserved enough food to last a month through the mages’ subspace magic.

It was the period set by Roman Dmitry. If they couldn’t settle the battle within a month, the trip to the Demon Realm was likely to end in failure.

The rest was short.

The rest ended without them even knowing how it had passed, and when they regained their senses, they were facing fiends again.

Plop.

“Kraeeek.”

Blood splattered.

Isabel butchered several fiends at once, then manifested the power of divinity and poured blessings around her.

“Bless.”

A halo arose.

Isabel, who followed the rearguard, showing activity worthy of the title of Saintess, felt her reverence for Roman Dmitry growing as the battle continued.

The rearguard undertook a truly tremendous forced march.

Except for very brief rests, everyone chased after Roman Dmitry with their eyes burning.

But they still couldn’t catch up with him.

Normally, they should have seen Roman Dmitry by now, but everywhere they went, they only found dead fiends. It was clear Roman Dmitry had been there.

They couldn’t help but admire.

They had already acknowledged Roman Dmitry’s skill, but they didn’t know that he would show such overwhelming speed even while handling so many fiends alone.

That wasn’t all.

‘Were Dmitry’s soldiers this strong?’

It was a discrepancy in her memory.

Isabel remembered Dmitry as strong, but he was even more amazing now than she could have imagined.

Even Chris and Kevin, who were very strong, seemed less impressive compared to Dmitry. And even the regular soldiers fought bravely, without fear, in the bloody fight.

She felt like she knew why people followed Dmitry’s decision. With beings like these, there was nothing to fear.

Flash!

Crack!

“Kyaaah!”

They butchered the fiends.

They swung their swords incessantly.

He was no longer alone.

He no longer needed to bear all the burdens.

Since he was now just a member of the Continental Allied Forces, he no longer needed to desperately try to do more than that.

He focused only on the situation before his eyes. He forgot everything and indiscriminately butchered the enemies.

Time passed.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

His hair was completely stained with blood, and now he looked so steeped in slaughter that every time he breathed, he was filled with the stench of blood.

Everyone in the Continental Allied Forces was the same.

Time in the Demon Realm was so dangerous, they couldn’t relax for even a second. They didn’t even have time to bury their friends who died fighting beside them.

If it were outside…

Night and day would have changed countless times.

As they carried out the repeated battles, Isabel heard a voice screaming as if in agony.

“There! Look there!”

She knew it instinctively, that they had reached their destination.

When she raised her head and looked in the direction the voice had spoken, Isabel felt a thrill run through her body.

Far away, the Demon King’s castle was visible.

It was only a faint shape, but it was definitely the Demon King’s castle.